I still remember my Grandma Smith always having a puzzle jigsaw going on a folding table in her apartment. Besides the constant candy dish on the end table, that puzzle table became a goal to have when I lived on my own. Unfortunately while I had the candy dish for a while, I've never really been able to keep the puzzle tradition going.
Originally I moved into my apartment and quickly got a cat. Cats like puzzles all right - in all the wrong ways! Now that I don't really have a cat who would disturb puzzle pieces on a table, I do have a baby who is getting ready to toddle. He pulls himself to a standing position with whatever is handy. He'd probably be really amused if pulling himself up resulted in a raining down of puzzle pieces.
Someday, Grandma Smith, I'll get back to those soothing times we spent working on your puzzles together.